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Gaza and Lily are up in the Rocket Gaza’s barking out the orders Right Lily Under no circumstances touch that socket Okay Gaza It’s Sir to you Now, I’m off for a kip You’re on watch Now skip That’s not fair A girl has to tong her hair He’ll never know Little tong and a blow See, stupid prat Oops, what’s that The Rocket has stopped Oh Sir Gaza Think there’s a malfunction We seem to be heading down the junction You touched that socket A black hole is taking my Rocket In your dreams Gaza I’m out of your orbit You’ve done it Lily It’s bust God, you're obsessed With getting me undressed Put that back in your pocket It’s my sprocket Is that what they call it I’m going down Not on me I finish at three If I can get it back to warp five We might get out of this alive Are you talking about the Rocket The socket That thing in your pocket The sprocket Give me a hand God, what don’t you understand Take a cold shower You’re not getting my flower Is that the power Oh Sir Gaza I’m alive You’ve taken me to a height that’s greater Hold on a minute Were you not wearing trousers When we entered the Simulator
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Sir Gaza and Lily.
Gaza and Lily are up in the Rocket Gaza’s barking out the orders Right Lily Under no circumstances touch that socket Okay Gaza It’s Sir to you Now, I’m off for a kip You’re on watch Now skip That’s not fair A girl has to tong her hair He’ll never know Little tong and a blow See, stupid prat Oops, what’s that The Rocket has stopped Oh Sir Gaza Think there’s a malfunction We seem to be heading down the junction You touched that socket A black hole is taking my Rocket In your dreams Gaza I’m out of your orbit You’ve done it Lily It’s bust God, you're obsessed With getting me undressed Put that back in your pocket It’s my sprocket Is that what they call it I’m going down Not on me I finish at three If I can get it back to warp five We might get out of this alive Are you talking about the Rocket The socket That thing in your pocket The sprocket Give me a hand God, what don’t you understand Take a cold shower You’re not getting my flower Is that the power Oh Sir Gaza I’m alive You’ve taken me to a height that’s greater Hold on a minute Were you not wearing trousers When we entered the Simulator
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
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